Namor The Sub Mariner Novels & Stories

"Little one." That name. That deep voice. My body responded to it immediately. Goosebumps littered my arms, the small hairs on my body rising. Gunnar stood in front of me. His figure looked ominous and jaded with him blocking the warm glow of the sun. My eyes slowly drank him in. He wore a custom-fit navy blue suit that hugged him in all the right places and a white button-down with a polka-dot navy and white tie. He looked like he fell out of my deepest fantasies.

“And you can’t use any. It puts me in the lead.” She scoffed. “Don’t underestimate me.” “Why would I? I know you’re a powerful girl. It’s my job to protect you.” The man came back. “Your submarine is this way, sir.” She eyed Elliot for the last time. He held her hand and made her walk at his pace. Fast and rigid. A black fish-like submarine popped out of the water. It was pure metal but very beautiful. Lexa wished it wasn’t in black. Blue would always be better.

The submarine, although fast, had limited energy and sustained damage. Gideon planned to give the submarine to Damon Loore, also known as the King of Soldiers. A master at weapon-making, Damon's Aetheric Guild was the leading weapon supplier in the world.

The ocean roiled with fury as a shadow loomed beneath the waves, growing larger until a sleek, black form broke the surface, sending a cascade of foam. A massive submarine, its hull emblazoned with menacing skulls, emerged beside the aircraft carrier. Figures launched from the sub, the one in the lead marked by a black eyepatch and a gleaming iron hook for a right hand, his chin adorned with a golden-yellow beard. This was Dorian, the former tyrant of the seas.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Outside, the world was a nightmare of obsidian water and violet fire. Kazimir stepped onto the Dorsal Hull (the top surface of the submarine). Above him, seven miles of water pressed down with enough force to turn a tank into a pancake. His boots, equipped with Electromagnetic Soles (magnets used to lock a diver to a metal surface), clanked against the titanium skin of the Sparrow. The Divergent (the corrupted, zombie-like Architect) was waiting.

His pale face was slick with sweat, but he held a portable navigation tablet tightly against his ribs. "The Manta-4 sub is fueled," Leon reported, his voice shaking under the pressure. "It's an old military prototype we dug out of the lower dry dock three months ago. It wasn't built for three miles of deep ocean pressure, Captain. The hull plates are patched with scrap steel." "Can it get us down to the thermal core?" Justin asked, stepping right up to Leon and staring into his eyes. "It can get us down," Leon stammered, swallowing the dry lump in his throat. "Getting back up is a different story."

An hour later, the sub drifted fifty miles southwest, submerged three hundred feet beneath the choppy surface of the Atlantic. The cabin was quiet, illuminated by the dim, blue glow of the sonar displays and tactical monitors. Jordan lay asleep on the narrow crew berth, his breathing slow and steady, wrapped in a thermal blanket. Beside him on the workbench sat Marcus’s amber source drive, its cooling fan whirring softly as Elara tapped into its data feed remotely from the shore interface. Damien sat on an ammunition crate across from Unit Zero, holding a diagnostic scanner over the teenager's chest.

" Maria laughs when she hears Romeo call those names. "We call them battle names," Romeo says, leading them to the basement with Ken and Hunter remaining in the guest room. "Each person gets their special battle name when they complete stage five of their training. Not everyone can go through the fifth stage successfully. Shark's real name is Tony. He graduated with his training in diving and sea assassin. He can stay underwater for an hour without oxygen. He operates best in the sea and is as fierce as a shark" "Tiger's real name is Chris. He can run through the woods with his eyes closed. He is swift and uses nature as a weapon. He is as wild as a Tiger."